Girl talk

Priscilla answered the door in nothing but a silk slip that barely covered her hips. Behind her, a stranger with dark hair and lean muscle stepped into the light. She smiled like she knew what I was thinking. So did he. Clothes came off fast. I pushed her back against the mattress while he knelt at her side, hands working over her breasts until her nipples flushed deep. She wrapped her fingers around him, slow strokes turning greedy. When I entered her she arched, gasping, one hand still stroking him. He leaned in and kissed her neck as her mouth took him. Thrusts quickened. Sweat slid between us. She came first, body shaking, pulling both of us deeper into the heat until nothing else existed except skin, breath, and the wet slap of need.